Wanderess Book Novels & Stories

I turn through the book about werewolves and witches, then stop, the title in a particular chapter catching my attention. "Wanderers," I read aloud. I read further into the page. It talks about how some individuals may possess special abilities, but do not belong to any supernatural group. I shove the book towards Adam. "Read this." He scans the page, his brows creasing. "Could this be what's happening with Tammy?" "Most likely."

At first , her hand forms a circle and then a triangle – her mouth vomit words that none of us understand. “Who are you and what do you think you are doing?!” Andrew asks again , before raising to his feet. However , the woman continues to ignore him and chant. “This is your last warning to speak –“ Britney and I , watch in absolute horror as a small wave of some sort emits from her hands which begins to float towards us. Andrew is the first to come into contact with it , and this making him fall to the fall with a heavy thud. I rise from my bed , watching as Britney also fall unconscious by it’s touch – my sudden movement earns me a growl from the wolf. I start backing away , trying my har

One thing was certain though, nobody could believe that this was actually happening. "One chance Vance. One chance to rekindle our childhood friendship... Don't make me regret it. Stay away from Connie. That's all I ask," he took my books from me as Jake and Brian helped me stand up. He placed the books carefully on my hand and only let go when he was sure I had a firm grip on them. And without another word, he walked away, his friends faithfully following behind him. I was left all alone in the hallways, people's gazes swapping between Casey, who was walking away and me. At the moment, all that my mind could register was, "what in God's name just happened?!"

Rex mused. “How long do wanderers stay in one place?” Felix asked. When Olga and Kendra simultaneously gasped at his obvious rudeness, he added, “I’m just curious. They’re called wanderers, after all.” “I think he’s asking because he wants to know if you stayed at that abandoned camp long enough to know that it’s really abandoned,” Kendra offered. She had no idea if that’s what Felix meant, but it was a good cover up for his rude question and also something that she wanted to know.

Something waiting. --- Determined not to be paralyzed by fear, I returned to the antique bookstore — to the stories, the secrets, the fragments of forgotten women. The elderly owner greeted me with a knowing smile. “You’re searching for answers,” he said quietly. I nodded. He handed me a leather-bound tome, its cover worn but strong — *Reflections of the Forgotten*. “Read carefully,” he advised. “Sometimes the past speaks through shadows.” --- I spent the night poring over its pages. The book told of women trapped in illusions, caught between worlds — ghosts of themselves, struggling to reclaim their true identities.

That was how she had always been—two-faced, in this life and the last. In front of Harry and our parents, she was always the kind and understanding baby sister, while she bullied me and insulted me endlessly ruthlessly in private. She would break Wanda's favorite vase and tear Harry's important work documents into pieces. After that, she would cry hysterically and blame it on me. Not once was I allowed to defend myself, while my parents and Harry would punish me in terrible ways at every turn. But now, none of it mattered—after my reincarnation, I no longer cared about such laughable cheap tricks.

Then left before the conversation could continue. Back inside his office, the wrapped book still sat on his desk. Waiting. Walter picked it up. His thumb brushed the edge of the paper. The same way it had brushed the novel cover in her bookstore. Outside, Manhattan stretched endlessly beneath the afternoon sun. Millions of people. Millions of stories. Yet somehow one bookstore assistant had managed to do what investors, executives, and rivals never could. She had made him look inward. Walter stared at the skyline. Then at the book.

They had both been drunk, very drunk… and whatever had happened between them had definitely been consented to by their drunk alters. What she needed to do was get an attendant to help her out, so she could leave him to flirt with whomever he pleased. She sashayed over to one of the attendants, a polite smile on her face. “Hi, do you guys have Fantasy’s Strawberry Ice cream?” “Yes ma’am… actually we do, but they’re at the payment stands.” Came the reply. Well, shit. Reggie was so tired, and hungry. And even though for her, the ideal thing would have been to wait for him to leave, she couldn’t wait.

ALISSA IN WANKERLAND (BOOK 10 OF THE DARK FAIRYTALES) Timid, clumsy and unfortunately a damn virgin was Alissa. Transported to Wankerland accidentally, she meets Haziel who satisfies her innermost desires but with the Queen of Cards hunting for her head, Alissa battles for her life, freedom and most importantly love. An erotic retelling of Alice In Wonderland. The music stopped, the crowd grew silent and looked upon us in anticipation, the ladies with lace gloves holding on to their handkerchiefs, my mother, her eyes fixed on me and urging me on.

And somewhere nearby, werewolves wandered . While the wanderers were protected only by a miracle. But if Slada cannot go, the miracle will not happen, and they will be overtaken. Everyone. Five adults and seven children. The woman peered into the blackness of the forest. A cold gust of wind carried the faint barking of a dog. Nothing to do. And the wanderer moved towards the sound, holding her heavy belly. * * * The torn body, burning from the beatings, seemed alien. Even the pain made its way from somewhere far away. Cold reigned in the wash basin, the water in the vats had almost cooled down - it was a little warmer than fresh milk. But Lesana hardly noticed it.